1st Day of Winter
This was a moment and there may be no going back.
They'd spoken a bit, before, having shared space, about the future. They knew things had to change, and it was obvious to them both that the pace of everything here... just didn't match expectations.
Rohka looked out at the ocean, grateful. Seawater waves, salty air, swinging bare feet, tippy toes gently touching the water. She wondered for some period of illusory moments about the deepness of the ocean. The creatures who called it home. She found herself and her mind daydreaming about the play they'd watched together. Delmaria, wasn't it?
That time together.
That instant their eyes met.
How simple it was, between them.
Yet did they really know each other enough?
Did it matter?
Rohka had been living here, blind to the truths of her path forward. Without Markham around, everyday was like the same day, over and over again, in a sort of daze she knew was probably unhealthy for her.
With Caspian though... there was meaning.
The sybil saw Syna's rays glittering, and she turned her head to take in the views of the mountain. How tall they were. A fear crept up within her and she shook slightly. She decided to shed her layers and just focus on her happiness here. Her ability to live and breathe should be enough, shouldn't it?
Maybe it wasn't, for Caspian.
He probably needed more than just breathing.
Rohka dipped herself gently in the water, having been on the edge of a small space for fishing boats off to the side of the main dock. She ignored the curious looks from passersby and just savored the feeling of the salt water on her skin.
Letting go of the dock, she felt herself sinking, and it almost brought her heart out of her chest before she held on again, to the planks of the dock.
Swimming should be easy, right?
Rohka wiped the water from her face and looked around, reminding herself that she was waiting for him. They'd agreed to talk before he would... make a choice? Move on? What was it exactly, she wondered, about what he wanted to do? What was it that bothered her?
Nothing, she resolved, in her adamant state of being. The sybil felt as fine as the fish in the sea, being here, with the client base she was building up. Lelia had been fine with her means of gathering information so far, and her work was what mattered to sustain herself here. Not to mention the next step in the...
She couldn't even begin to think about Krishveth right now.
No, her mind was on Caspian. The man she thought she knew.
Rohka sunk below the surface once again, pushing herself away form the dock. This time, she tried to relax. She didn't care what happened next. Would she drown?
No. She resolved that she wouldn't.
Not when she had faith.
Though it had become harder for her to define what she had faith in. She ignored the thought and just chose to make her mind know that she would swim.
She pushed her feet out under her and felt herself begin to lift up. Holding her breath, she floated, on her front, for just a few moments, before gently sinking her feet back and holding onto the edge.
Her face was above the water now. She pushed her hair back with her free hand, breathed in deeply, and looked out to the dock...
Hoping to find him there...
...eventually.
They'd spoken a bit, before, having shared space, about the future. They knew things had to change, and it was obvious to them both that the pace of everything here... just didn't match expectations.
Rohka looked out at the ocean, grateful. Seawater waves, salty air, swinging bare feet, tippy toes gently touching the water. She wondered for some period of illusory moments about the deepness of the ocean. The creatures who called it home. She found herself and her mind daydreaming about the play they'd watched together. Delmaria, wasn't it?
That time together.
That instant their eyes met.
How simple it was, between them.
Yet did they really know each other enough?
Did it matter?
Rohka had been living here, blind to the truths of her path forward. Without Markham around, everyday was like the same day, over and over again, in a sort of daze she knew was probably unhealthy for her.
With Caspian though... there was meaning.
The sybil saw Syna's rays glittering, and she turned her head to take in the views of the mountain. How tall they were. A fear crept up within her and she shook slightly. She decided to shed her layers and just focus on her happiness here. Her ability to live and breathe should be enough, shouldn't it?
Maybe it wasn't, for Caspian.
He probably needed more than just breathing.
Rohka dipped herself gently in the water, having been on the edge of a small space for fishing boats off to the side of the main dock. She ignored the curious looks from passersby and just savored the feeling of the salt water on her skin.
Letting go of the dock, she felt herself sinking, and it almost brought her heart out of her chest before she held on again, to the planks of the dock.
Swimming should be easy, right?
Rohka wiped the water from her face and looked around, reminding herself that she was waiting for him. They'd agreed to talk before he would... make a choice? Move on? What was it exactly, she wondered, about what he wanted to do? What was it that bothered her?
Nothing, she resolved, in her adamant state of being. The sybil felt as fine as the fish in the sea, being here, with the client base she was building up. Lelia had been fine with her means of gathering information so far, and her work was what mattered to sustain herself here. Not to mention the next step in the...
She couldn't even begin to think about Krishveth right now.
No, her mind was on Caspian. The man she thought she knew.
Rohka sunk below the surface once again, pushing herself away form the dock. This time, she tried to relax. She didn't care what happened next. Would she drown?
No. She resolved that she wouldn't.
Not when she had faith.
Though it had become harder for her to define what she had faith in. She ignored the thought and just chose to make her mind know that she would swim.
She pushed her feet out under her and felt herself begin to lift up. Holding her breath, she floated, on her front, for just a few moments, before gently sinking her feet back and holding onto the edge.
Her face was above the water now. She pushed her hair back with her free hand, breathed in deeply, and looked out to the dock...
Hoping to find him there...
...eventually.
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